People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.
When I die, so does hip hop.
My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.
I love the attention but I don't like too much of it.
Well, I'm working all the time to stay out of trouble!
You know how it is - you make songs, and as you make the new ones, the old ones get old and you throw them out.